Patrick Rothfuss Name Of The Wind Book 3 の小説・ストーリー

Selene: I stand alone in the council chamber long after everyone has gone, hands resting on the table where arguments and hopes collided earlier. The Axis hums beneath my skin, no longer a weapon, no longer a crown. A responsibility. Book Three will not end with triumph. It will end with direction. And I am choosing mine. Even if the world disagrees.

Or that he did. ☠️ End of Chapter 37

(completed) Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book about all of the children from the Trio of Mates Series. Finding their mates, fighting the Riding Hoods, and facing a changing supernatural landscape, the children will now take over the mantle of leadership from their parents. Lots of graphic smut. (completed) - Second book, Red Rover, is ongoing. Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

He's looking at an open window. Thunderhoof, Whitman wolf is running in the eastern border. He also has feelings for Sequoia and Wisdom. He and Whitman fell for her before they discovered the gold triquetra she wears. He and Whitman had planned on not pursuing her when he heard she was pregnant but after seeking her mark they decided Wisdom and Sequoia would be theirs at any cost. Thunderhoof shifts after running into neutral territory. Whitman slides on a pair of black jeans and a navy blue shirt. He’s looking at almost three hundred men waiting for his orders.

In that way, he wouldn’t have to be bound to the traditions, to me, and to this baseless contract. My hands stilled on an album with velvety cover, soft in touch. I pulled it out. But my eyes rounded as I read the name written with a bold marker—Amara. My heart drummed in my chest, my mind quarrelling about if I should be touching this. The album was filled with discs, the names on them borderline disastrous to funny. Eros’s stupid philosophies, Amara’s hostile grunts, Xander’s missing. I laughed. Gina was right. This was far more interesting than anything else.

His dreams could come true if he obtained the Primal Mantra. James kept his composure. He already suspected that there were powerhouses that had concealed themselves. Thus, he refrained from using the Flame Art's Three Fire Transformations. James said calmly, “Aren’t you celebrating too early? I’m not even dead yet.” “Allow me to send you on your way then.” The Ursa spat out in a menacing voice. “Remember my name. It’s Narga Windward.”

She said almost to herself. Calder cocked his head. “What do you mean?” “Well, if we had three, they might be able to attempt to Wind Walk.” She glanced up at her love to see a very confused look on his face. “Sorry, it was something I read once. Actually, it was in the same book I read about blood magic. It was a very complicated ritual from what I remember, and considering the source where I saw it, more than likely forbidden, but the parts all made sense with the purpose. Basically, an Air Sorcerer sends his sight along the wind, carried by two others. It allows their vision to travel somewhere else while their body stays there.”

Can he ignore the attraction he felt for her, feelings that resurfaced after ten years? What will Alyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to the sinful temptations? Read this third book of the Temptation Series to find out!

“It’s perfect, Jenna, just perfect.” Perfect. The End. Thank you so much for embracing the series. I hope you’re enjoying the Dalgaard’s as much as I’ve enjoyed writing about them. It warms my heart to hear your thoughts, so please don’t be shy to let me know what you think! Interested to know what Lorcan Dalgaard has been up to? Find out in Book 4 – The Bloody Alpha. Available now!

“Roger.” After several instructions were given to each of them, they moved independently to clear out the nest. They did not rest and did not need it. Rain was surprised that they didn’t need it. Especially Matthew who should’ve expended a lot of astra, but he said he was ready to go. Rain let it be. ….. Potolo was sitting on the floor, reading a book. The book was written in elven language and Potolo was able to read it. It was a bit old and the pages had turned yellow in colour but it was well preserved. The title was: The King of Crafting.